Chapter 19: Panning Zhao Jianlong

Zhou Andong didn't know that those old ladies were gossiping about him behind his back for no reason, and that it would bring him some not-so-small trouble.

Gu Bing parked the car at the Municipal Committee Guesthouse and ordered the best private room. Zhou Andong ordered seventeen or eighteen dishes in one breath.

Zhou Andong put the liquor on the table and started taking pictures from various angles. When the dishes came, he took another round of pictures.

"Are you done?" Gu Bing asked.

Zhou Andong nodded: "Done, let's eat!"

A large table of dishes, the two of them ate hard, and even when they were so full they were rolling their eyes, more than half was still left. Finally, the two leaned against their chairs, staring at each other.

"What to do with so much left?"

Zhou Andong said feebly: "What else, pack it up. I have old people above and young ones below. I'm eating and drinking here, delicacies from the mountains and seas, while they are hungry at home."

"..."

Gu Bing looked at Zhou Andong speechlessly. After a long while, he said: "Why do I feel that you ordered so many dishes not to take pictures, but to pack them up and take them home."

"Small-minded!" Zhou Andong burped, riding on the path of courting death, galloping further and further away, impossible to pull back: "You have a small-minded heart."

Gu Bing couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Zhou Andong. This guy's mouth was too vicious. If he talked too much, it would easily cause cerebral thrombosis from anger.

"Waiter, pack it up!"

The waiter was very surprised. It was the first time she had encountered someone coming here to eat and pack up. But no matter what she thought in her heart, she still went to get plastic bags. One dish per bag, packing twelve or thirteen bags.

"Burp!"

Zhou Andong burped again, carrying the packed dishes and said: "Where are you going later?"

"What about you?" Gu Bing asked.

Zhou Andong said: "Find a photo studio to develop the photos, then go to the printing factory."

Gu Bing said: "I have nothing to do, let me go for a stroll with you."

Zhou Andong said: "Why are you strolling around with me instead of sending the liquor away quickly."

Gu Bing said: "I'm leaving tonight. Besides, every year it's around the eighth or ninth that the old men go down to the grassroots."

Zhou Andong got into the car: "Actually, I have a lot of confidence in our distillery's liquor. If the old men drink it and feel it's not bad, and ask you for it, don't notify me, just send it to them directly. But the money, not a cent can be less."

"What?" Gu Bing stared: "The old men drink your liquor, and you still dare to ask for money? Do you know how many people want to send liquor but can't get it in."

"What are you shouting for, showing off that you have a loud voice?" Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at Gu Bing. "There are more than a thousand people in the factory, just waiting for the liquor to be sold to pay wages for the New Year. You send the liquor away, and let them drink the northwest wind?"

Zhou Andong had a righteous look, but in his heart, he was thinking, one bottle of liquor is a two-cent commission. You send it away, and who am I supposed to ask for my two-cent commission.

"Besides, the awareness of the old men is much higher than yours. They will definitely give money, as long as you don't pretend to be generous and refuse it."

Gu Bing had the heart to kill Zhou Andong, closed his mouth again, and didn't want to talk to him.

It was that same photo studio. After paying the rush fee, it came out in two hours. He picked a few with Gu Bing, then got in the car and headed straight to the printing factory.

When Wu Xianping heard that Gu Bing was the Party Secretary of the distillery, he split his big mouth and laughed. The flesh on his face piled up like bun folds, grabbing Gu Bing's hand and shaking it back and forth.

"Oh my, I said why the magpies were cawing this morning. So it turns out there are distinguished guests visiting. Welcome, welcome."

Zhou Andong smiled and said: "I say, Boss Wu, you have to be reliable when flattering. It's midwinter, where are there magpies."

"This, Brother Zhou, you don't understand." Wu Xianping said solemnly: "There are no magpies, but I heard magpies cawing. That is the Magpie God reporting good news to me. It shows that Gu Shuji coming to my place makes even Heaven happy."

"Fuck!" Zhou Andong gave a thumbs up. "A talent. If the printing factory can't go on in the future, come find me. Based on this pure-fire flattery skill of yours, brother won't treat you badly."

Gu Bing glanced sideways at Zhou Andong. The meaning was very clear: look at how well Boss Wu conducts himself, and look at you. Why is the gap so big?

"Alright!" Zhou Andong acted as if he didn't see it, making Gu Bing very depressed.

"Hurry up and arrange the layout. We'll start printing tomorrow. Time is too tight, and there's no time for you to flatter here and listen to flattery here."

"Yes, yes, yes, business is important. Please come in quickly." Although he was scolded by Zhou Andong, Wu Xianping didn't care at all.

Zhou Andong marveled. Being said like that by him, not only was Boss Wu not angry, but he wasn't even embarrassed at all. This skin was not generally thick. But such a person, in this great era, there was no reason not to rise, but in his previous life, he had never heard the name Wu Xianping.

"This is the office. Conditions are limited, it's really simple. Gu Shuji, Brother Zhou, don't mind." Wu Xianping pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Calling it an office, it was actually a residential house that had been renovated. The kang was piled with messy paper, there was an office desk on the ground, and there was a circle of sofas against the west wall.

"Please have some tea!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked in with two cups of tea.

Wu Xianping smiled and said: "This is my daughter, Wu Di."

When he saw the girl, Zhou Andong didn't feel anything, but as soon as he heard the girl's name, in his mind, the face of a mature and beautiful woman gradually overlapped with the green face of the girl in front of him.

"Isn't this the boss of Diya Printing and Packaging?" Zhou Andong muttered in his heart.

In his previous life, among the top ten printing and packaging enterprises in the country, Diya ranked second, with a market value of over seven billion. On the provincial rich list, Wu Di ranked ninth, and because she was beautiful and from Jiangzhou, Zhou Andong naturally knew her. It was just that he hadn't paid special attention to her, so he didn't remember for a moment.

No wonder he hadn't heard the name Wu Xianping. It turned out that he had been covered up by his daughter's radiance.

"What's wrong?" Gu Bing poked Zhou Andong, who was in a daze.

"Nothing!" Zhou Andong came back to his senses and put the photos on the office desk. "These are the photos!"

Next, it took more than an hour to determine the layout, and then Zhou Andong wrote a few liquor advertising slogans from his previous life, piecing them together.

"Ten thousand copies, how long will it take?"

Wu Xianping said: "Printing is fast, binding takes time, but a week is about enough."

Zhou Andong nodded: "Give me one thousand copies first tomorrow, and I'll come to pick them up the day after tomorrow. Any problem?"

Wu Xianping said: "Time is a bit tight, but it's not a big problem."

"Good!" Zhou Andong looked at Gu Bing. "Anything else?"

"No!" Gu Bing shook his head.

"Then let's go!" Zhou Andong got up and walked out.

Wu Xianping sent the two out and didn't turn around to return to the house until the car had driven far away.

In the car, Zhou Andong had been pondering that he should have a good relationship with Wu Xianping in the future, so that he could intervene in the early stages of Diya's development and eat some meat along with it.

"What are you thinking about?" Not hearing Zhou Andong speak, Gu Bing felt very strange.

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "Do you know a person named Zhao Jianlong?"

Gu Bing said: "Heard of him, but haven't had contact."

Zhou Andong took a puff of his cigarette: "Can you invite that reporter from the People's Daily to Jiangzhou?"

"What for?" Gu Bing asked.

Zhou Andong said: "I want to pan Zhao Jianlong."

Gu Bing asked confusedly: "Pan? What does that mean?"

Zhou Andong said: "Have you ever panned walnuts? It's repeated friction to make the surface of the cultural artifact smoother and more textured."

Gu Bing suddenly realized and said with a smile: "This metaphor is quite interesting. Grudge?"

"Grudge doesn't count, but there is a conflict." Zhou Andong opened a crack in the car window, and the smoke in the car was instantly sucked out. "Really think he can cover the sky with one hand in Jiangzhou, actually daring to extend his claws to me. Then I'll chop them off for him." ===== CHAPTER 20 =====